Chapter 10

Rosalies POV:

“This can’t be happening,” I mumbled out, bewildered by the circumstances I always seem to find myself in. With wide vigilant eyes, I watch as the doorknob is slowly turned while expecting the worst.

Pure fear had taken my heart hostile, leaving no room for positive thinking, after all I am prone to misfortunes. Just as Mrs Foster tries to push the door open, it doesn’t bulge, which immediately tells me that the door had been locked all this time.

I tell you the relief that had spread throughout my body at that very moment is one I should live to tell, but then again my mind wonders as to why Issac hadn’t simply told so. Instead, he let me go through such an unimaginable state of fright.

Averting my eyes from the door to him, I muster up the meanest glare, to which I direct towards him. Only to discover that his gaze had already been set on me, and his facial expression displayed one of amusement.

“You could have told me!” I whisper yelled, getting straight to the point.

“Your reaction,” were the only words that left his mouth.

“My reaction?” I repeated, puzzled.

“Yes, sweet cheeks,” he casually blurted out. As if he found no wrong with the words he just said. Not that I even had the chance to correct him, as he suddenly began searching his pockets, looking for something I could only wonder about.

After several seconds of searching, he pulled out what looked like keys. Holding a firm grasp on them, he intends to insert it into the keyhole and upon seeing what he was about to do; I rushed towards him in lighting speed. Eyes wide and heart running a thousand miles, while questioning Isaacs state of mind.

“What do you think you doing!?” I whispered, more like scolded at him. I firmly placed my palm over the key hole blocking his actions from advancing any further. Yet for some reason, this man over here didn’t seem to understand the grave situation I am under. Seeing that all he did was stare at me with an enormous smile bearing his face, which turned into a fit of laughter.

My hands itched to slam him against this very door, but I restrained that violent thought.

“I tell you your expressions are priceless”, he said to which had me staring blankly at him.

“Look to your left,” he stated. Despite my confused state, I obediently stretched my neck to the left, only to find an image of me staring back at me. And yes, people all there was to see was a square shaped mirror!

However, that was until Mrs. Foster called out to Issac did my whole mood resort back to fright. And looking at myself right now, just as he had said, my reaction is indeed priceless.

My eyes were had squinted involuntarily, making it seem like I’m way too scared to see what’s before me or what awaits for me. My forehead remained creased and mouth hanged open and when closed my cheeks puffs up, which has me wondering if the name “sweet cheeks” had originated from there. All in all, I looked totally r.i.d.i.c.u.l.o.u.s .

“Isaac honey, who you talking to!?”

“I’m on an important call mom, I’ll be sure to pay you a visit when I’m done,!” He stated looking directly into my eyes while lying through his teeth.

“Please make it snappy, ok!?” Was her response and the faint tapping of heels contacting the wooden floor told me she has withdrawn.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, but I took notice how Mr and Mrs Forster always used a respectful tone when speaking to Issac or am I just imagining it?

Darting further in the room, I sudden chuckle escapes my mouth probably due to what I’m about to ask my boss.

“Could you um.. perhaps get my clothes in the maids restroom?” I asked, unsure of how he would take it. Wait... maybe I’m pushing my luck here, or even worse, being extremely rude and unnecessary, putting my job at risk.

Should I take it back before it’s too late?...Yeah that’s me being wise and reasonable, I thought. However, before I can could offer my apologies he lets out a chuckle while shaking his head.

“Relax Sweet cheeks you look constipated,” he said approaching the door. Um... password?"

“205, and thanks in advance.”

“It’s no problem I’ll be back soon, don’t miss me too much,” he playfully winked earning a chuckle from me before making his way out.

“Well, that was easy,” I mumbled, letting out a sigh.

******“Did he go die or something?” I grumble loudly, walking the length of this room for the umpteenth time. I thought of ways to torture him for the time wasted, but all was impossible to do without leading to his death.

Letting out a sigh, something I noticed I’ve been doing often, I decide to look around hoping to pass time. His room lacks any family picture, not that he had his to begin with.

The entire room had more of a hotel room ambience rather than that of someone actually occupying the room. Apart from the walk-in closet filled with designer clothes, one would never come to think of this particular room actually being occupied.. and yes, I’m quite the observer.

Spotting a specific section inside the walk-in closet that had a variety of clothing with anime characters on. My face breaks into a huge grin as I leap in joy. Wishing nothing but to have a closer look, I cross the remaining distance, forgetting my place as an employee.

EVERY ONE of these top clothing were mind blowing. I couldn’t help but shriek for every piece I came across and when I came across one bearing Naruto’s face on it I nearly went ballistic. I wasn’t one to steal, but my hand’s literally itched to take possession of that one shirt that will no doubt give me unexplainable satisfaction.

HOLD IT!.. We all find our guilty pleasure in a variety of different things, and mine undoubtedly is everything linked to anime. Thus I reach out to it, not to steal it but to have a better look at it. However, as I lay my hand upon the wall or so I thought, what seems to be a flat rectangle plate emerges from nowhere.

It bore a book on top that resembled a diary. Curiosity taking the better of me, I lift my right hand as I reach out for it. Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable while ready to obtain forbidden knowledge.

The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I couldnot walk away from the scene.

I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding .

This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

Which only comprised questions that read:

+Who am I ?

+Where do I come?

+Why am I here?

+What can I do?

+Where am I going?

Surprisingly they were all left unanswered, But then again, these questions were quite complex that even I had no answers to any.

I moved on to the next page once again, of the anonymous “S/I”

9/February/2011

“I’m finally leaving, I should be happy, but I’m not, most probably because loneliness awaits me.”

Where the only words written on the third page.

9/February/2014

“No riches on earth can save me from being alone once again.”

9/February/2016

“I Know I shouldn’t have despite how lonely it gets, but I did... I did...I did. I bought them ....just to experience what others take for granted...

“Family”

9/February/2017

“I’ve settled on…... Issac foster.”

“Huh!!!????” I exclaimed after reading the 6th page. Flipping through each page was mystery upon mystery. Is this some type of code book? I wondered.

I took notice on how this anonymous person always wrote in the middle of each page, used very few words, never wrote back to back on a page, and the most mysterious of them all always wrote on the 9th of February.

I flipped through the next page but found nothing in other words it was BLANK!

The diary might have been full of riddles, but that doesn’t mean I never enjoyed the mystery behind it all. Hoping to find something to fill my curiosity, I continue flipping through the pages, but to no avail.

I reach the second last page and the words written in bold ignite a sudden wave of childish Joy.

Birth Name:

“I go by the name of Isaac but my birth name is Martin S........

“Rosalie!? Isaac Calles out to me. My muscle tenses at mere mention of my name. My eyes dart around in search of a suitable place for the book to go into hiding. I felt my mouth go dry as cold sweat began dropping from my head, knowing how personal a diary is, and his reaction isn’t something I would love to witness.

Not too long after he had called for me, he appeared at the door with the clothes I had requested between his palms, while bearing a look of confusion.

“Why are you here?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“I... um... I wanted to um...”

“And what’s that in your hands?” He asked calmly and honestly, his calm composure scared more.

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